I also use Fae/Faer alongside She/Her. Transfemme Genderfae and proud!
I’ve reached the point that I adopt the same attitude back. Like, genuinely told myself “No, fuck these thoughts, we ain’t having this shit tonight”, into just kinda almost meditating myself to sleep.
Probably not a healthy coping mechanism, but it works?
I got caught in-between. While I am now aligned with the opposite gender, I equally have days where I identify as completely without gender.
It might have also come with a change of species? Or they’re just narcissistic, because I’m Genderfae. I will admit, on the genderless blob androgynous days, I do have insatiable cravings for honeyed milk and bread, and begin planning on how to swap any children I see with one of our own…
I don’t think I can go more insane without jumping into super-sanity, so I’m down.
What do I get for letting you in? Word it in a clear, even trade.
I ain’t owing a Fae shit, they already took my gender for a slice of delicious cake.
Sometimes art, no matter what it is, takes a frame of mind or a certain delivery to really hit us. Even a small change, like mood, can cause a different little take.
It can be worth giving things that didn’t click with a younger you a second try, you might find you like it, you might find you still don’t, but maybe you’ll understand why better than before.
And where do they do it most? In your chair, man!
An unfrosted Double Dutch, at that.
That is an offense in itself. You’re making it that large, toss on the fudge or Dutch chocolate icing with it.